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12 His haffefs they were pale and wan, When he a-courting me began; My mither said, fy, take the man, He's young enough for thee yet. Auld Eddie, &c.

My faither said, ye glaiket jad; Mak ilk, thing ready for ye're lad; But, haud a wee, I'm no sae mad, Na faith I'll wait awee yet. Auld Eddie, &c.

Ma father often to me says, For you'll ha'e toil'd a' my days; But does he think for a this phrase, Wi' Eadre I can 'gree yet: Auld Eddie, &c.

Tho? Eddie's laird o' mony lan's; An' siller has amang his han's; Yet he dis nought but spits and yawns, An' say's will ye tak me; yet ? Auld Eddie, &c.

Now Eddie has grown auld an' stiff, His back nows airtin' to the lift; An' specks he wears to help his sight, Yet fain he wad tak me yet. Auld Eddie, &c.